Mother’s Day Romance

Mother’s Day Romance – Stacey and I have a melded family.

We both have children (her three and my two). We both come from marriages that were so broken we both vowed never to marry again. But then God brought us together and it has been the greatest blessing of all.

Those of you who have dealt with families, divorces and then second marriages understand the difficulty of putting a new family together from different pieces. No question that it is a challenge, but by the grace of God (literally), we have done OK in forming a new union.

If there is one regret, it is that we can’t have children together. Stacey had difficult pregnancies and can no longer have children. While that was sad news, we have been grateful for what we have. Stacey has been the loving mother my children never had and I hope I have brought something to the lives of her children.

But still….

It was Mother’s Day and it was just us on this weekend.  We had gone to church in the morning and then a Mother’s Day brunch. We came home where she opened her gift — a necklace adorned with the birthstones of the five children.  We were outside, rocking lazily on the porch swing, watching the world go by. Stacey’s head was on my shoulder, my arm around her and we were holding hands.

“Happy Mother’s Day to the best of all mothers,” I said, kissing her hand. “Not only are you a great mother to your children, but you have embraced mine as well. I can never thank you enough for that.”

Stacey sighed, “I love them to death,” she said. Then Stacey giggled. “Heck, I even love you.”

We kept rocking, silent, content, alone in our own thoughts before Stacey asked the question I was thinking.

“Do you ever wonder what it would have been like if we could have had children together?” she said.

“Many times,” I replied. “Many times.”

Stacey persisted. “I think about what a blessing it would have been to carry your child.  I think about what our child would have looked like and what name it would have had. What about you?”

I was silent for a minute for I had thought a lot about this and I pulled her closer to me as I started to answer.

“I never really appreciated what a miracle it is to have children until it was too late,” I said. “I think about what it would have been like to watch the baby grow in you, to feel it move, to be there with you in the delivery room and to hold the one gift that you would have given me that  I would have treasured most of all.  And….I think about what it would have been like when we conceived the child together.”

Stacey sat up, turned around and looked at me. The look in her eyes indicated that she wanted to hear more.

“What do you mean?” she said. “We would make love one night and then we would wait to see if I was pregnant,”

I shook my head. “I would want it to be more than that. Making love to you is always special. But this would be even better because we would be, with God’s help, creating something special. It would be a time of physical, emotional and spiritual love.  To have the honor of making you a mother would be the greatest thing in my life.”

This was something I never had told her before and she could tell that this was meaningful to me. Stacey this time leaned her body into my chest, gathered my arms around her at her waist and quietly said, “Tell me more.”

I continued. “We would watch each month for the time when the chance of pregnancy was at its best and we would make it a special event. That night, we would go to your favorite restaurant; perhaps a movie, a walk, get some ice cream. It would be a relaxed evening; no sense of urgency, just one of joyful anticipation. That night would be all about you; for you are the sacred vessel; the one who would carry our child.

“When we returned home, we would go into the bedroom, light a candle and say a prayer asking for God’s blessing. We would take our time, savoring each other. We do that now too; but this would be a different kind of celebration because we would be trying to create a new life. And when we were done, we would hold each other, give thanks to God and put our hope into his hands.”

Stacey laid there for what seemed like forever, not saying a word. Finally, she sat up, turned to me and there were tears in her eyes.

“I have never felt that way before,” she quietly said. “My three pregnancies were accidents; nothing special about them, the acts were hurried and done. When I did get pregnant, he (she never mentioned her first husband by name) was never happy about it. He made me feel ashamed.”

I wiped her tears away. “Every time we make love, it is a spiritual occasion,” I said. “But if we had children, I would never forget the night you became pregnant with my child because that would be a holy moment.”

Stacey smiled,  leaned over, grabbing my neck as she brought her lips to mine. We kissed deeply as our hands held each other tightly.

Pulling away, Stace looked into my eyes and whispered, “Show me what it would have been like to conceive a child with you.”

I smiled back. “It would be a great honor.”

We stood up and walked hand in hand, wordlessly,  to our bedroom. A cool afternoon breeze wafted through the window. We lit a candle near her side of the bed. We stood there with our arms around each other and offered a prayer for each other and our family. When finished, I kissed her softly on the lips, running my hands up and down her back.

“I love you more and more each day no matter what,” I said, looking into her eyes. After one more kiss, I began to undress her.

Stace lifted up her arms so I could remove her pullover sweater. I came closer to her, wrapped my arms around her and kissed her deeply as I unhooked her bra in the back. As I let Stacey’s bra slip down between us to the floor, I could feel her freed breasts push against me.

Stepping back once again, I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down her zipper.  Using my hands on each side of Stacey, I pulled down her jeans all the way to the floor. She stepped out of them. The only thing left was her panties.

I gathered my beloved into my arms again, nuzzling at her neck as I placed my hands on her warm behind. I reached into her underwear,  touched and squeezed her butt and then moved my hands to her front side where they joined and rested on her love triangle which began to moisten under my touch.

Stacey sighed and I smiled.  My hands went to either side of Stacey and finished the undressing, pulling her underwear down to the floor. I helped her step out of them, watching her beauty begin to blossom. “So beautiful,” I said, kissing her on the check, “so very beautiful.”

After helping Stacey onto the bed, I quickly took off my clothes and joined her on the bed. She was on her back and I on my  stomach at her side. As we stared into each other’s eyes and kissed each other, the fingers of my left hand started on her breasts, squeezing each dark nipple, making sure they were erect.

Once done there, my hand traveled down to beyond her stomach where Stacey parted her legs. I rested my hand on her mound, running my fingers first through her pubic hair and then down to her opening where I used my forefinger to lightly move up and down her slit. Stace’s body tensed and she gasped in my ear.

As my fingers entered Stacey’s opening, my head dropped down to her breasts. I kissed each breast and my tongue made a circular journey around each nipple. I could feel Stacey arch her back as her arousal continued with each thrust into her. The wetness between her legs was increasing as was the smell of her sweet aroma.

I stopped what I was doing and moved back to face her. “How are you doing, my love?” I asked as I pushed her black hair out of her eyes.

Stacey, whose eyes had been shut, opened them and looked at me. She took my hand, drenched with her moisture, and kissed it.

“Thank you,” she said with a smile.

“I haven’t done anything yet,” I replied.

Stace giggled. “But you are off to a really good start.”

With that, Stacey rolled me onto my back, kissing me and stroking my upright erection. As she did that, my fingers reached upwards between her legs, rubbing her entrance and touching her G-spot.

Our lovemaking went on like this for what seemed like an eternity. We kissed deeply, touched and stroked. I felt safe in her arms and she in mine. I became lost in her love. Finally, after we came up for air, she looked down at me and whispered, “Help me make a baby.”

I sat up, watching Stacey who was on her knees with her legs tucked underneath, her beauty so evident. I propped up the pillows near the headboard so her head would be elevated. I then laid my wife on the pillows making sure she was comfortable. I placed another pillow underneath her back to provide for deeper penetration.

As she watched, I parted her legs which were bent at the knees. I started to move to her triangle in the middle, slowly with my hands caressing the inside of her legs. When I reached her entrance, I bent down and kissed it, using my tongue to touch her clitoris. A loud moan came from Stacey.

I moved all the way to where Stacey was, lying on top of her. I took her hand and moved it to my throbbing penis. “Let’s put me into you together,” I whispered.

As we watched each other, I could feel Stacey move my penis head first to the edge of her entrance and then through the opening. With a movement of my hips, I was fully encased into her love canal.  To be in Stacey was like no other feeling in the world.

Stacey put her hands on the side of my face and said, “Don’t move yet. I just want to feel you in me.” After a couple of minutes, she brought my face to her lips, kissed me and said, “Please make love to me.”

With our arms extended out from our sides and holding hands, I began to move slowly. I rocked my hips back and forth, with the tip of my penis almost, but not quite, leaving her. Stace’s breathing started to increase and I could feel her palms become sweaty. With each stroke, I picked up the pace; faster and deeper I went.

Watching Stacey respond increased my tempo. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened and her body became rigid. I could hear the slap of my balls on her entrance as I kept moving forward. Her legs wrapped around mine.

Stacey freed her hands from my mine and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her body began to shudder and she hung on as her orgasm started. She groaned as she became overcome by the feeling and she arched her back to take me deeper, letting go of my neck.

I steadied myself on my hands and kept pumping. I could feel the surge start as it climbed through my legs and into my groin. I grasped her hands and excitedly gasped, “I love you Stacey, I love you with all my heart” as my love stream finally entered her.

When I finally finished, I laid on top of her, my head to her side, feeling her heartbeat and listening to our breath resume a normal pattern. My eyes were closed as she stroked my hair. I felt safe in her arms and in her.

“Hey,” she finally whispered.  I opened my eyes, lifted my head, looked down at her face and into her eyes and smiled. “Hi there.”

Stacey kissed me and said, “Thank you.”

I replied, “No, thank you. I am honored that you are my wife, my lover and the mother of our children.”

Stacey shook her head. “No, thank you,” she said. “On this Mother’s Day, you have made me feel both like a mother AND a woman. You can’t get much better than that.”

Mother’s Day Romance – Husbands, How will you bring mother’s day romance to your wife this year?

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By: Mark Ziubinski









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